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Mornings In Jenin
Amal wanted a closer look into the soldier’s eyes, but the muzzle of his automatic rifle,...
Four Thousand Weeks
Now that my daily duties involved a baby, I’d simply expanded my instrumental approach to...
The Drunken Boat
As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins...
Damned If I Do
Warm and Nicely Buried “Mrs. Marotta, Jose is gone.” The woman took Fragua’s...
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